Fire in her eyes ? burn ?Perfume of the skies ?Fingers cold as ice ? freeze ?Devil in disguise!

Well, she's a, she's a, she's aYou know that she's a hell-cat, hell-cat, hell-cat, hell-cat(She's gonna scratch up your mind ?)You know that guy with piccadilly-eyesWas talking to the French boyBut didn't realize.Banana-long-boat-eatingAn' he tried to get a wifeBut he couldn't stay aliveWell, you know that lad with the rubber-dadPaints his fingers yellow, blue, and red.An' you also know that she's a liarKnowing only her desire ?